Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla and Damon) novel Chapter 905

Sullivan lowered his gaze and remained silent, his expression growing colder.

"Oh, I see," Demi replied, her voice soft. "Sorry, I misunderstood."

Her gaze lingered on Sullivan's icy face, and she bit her lip, her eyes flickering with an unidentifiable emotion.

It was clear that Sullivan's feelings for Ruby went beyond those of a mere colleague or acquaintance.

For the rest of the meal, silence fell between them. They ate quietly, starkly out of place amidst the lively chatter of others around the table.

Once Ruby finished her meal, she set down her utensils. Noticing that Sullivan had yet to finish, she refrained from rushing him, instead pulling out her phone to watch some videos.

Sullivan's gaze kept drifting toward her. When he saw that she wasn't even sparing him a glance, he pressed his lips together, his expression darkening.

What he failed to notice, however, was that someone else was watching him closely as well.

Half an hour later, they finished their meal.

Demi took the elevator back up with them, chatting with Sullivan and deliberately ignoring Ruby.

Ruby didn't mind. She kept her head down, engrossed in her phone.

As they exited the elevator, Ruby looked up at Sullivan. "If you don't have anything else, I'm heading back to the office."

Sullivan, unable to speak freely with Demi around, struggled to find the right words.

"Alright," was all he could manage.

Ruby nodded. "If necessary, I can send you home after work."

"Okay," Sullivan said.

As he walked away, Demi hesitated but then gathered the courage to follow him, walking side by side back to the office.

On the top floor…

Nyla was taking a nap in Damon's office after having lunch with him.

Damon still had some work to finish, so he turned his attention to reviewing documents.

Once he completed the paperwork he needed for the afternoon, he set down his pen and rubbed his tired forehead. As he glanced at the couch, his eyes softened.

Although the blinds were drawn, a few rays of sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting a gentle glow on Nyla's face.

This moment was something Damon had dreamed of, though he had never imagined it would actually come to pass.

Just then, his phone vibrated. He picked up the call, and Spencer's voice came through, low and cautious. "Mr. Sumner, Tom went to Mr. Mason's kindergarten this morning."